Hmmm...what's wrong with this picture? Absolutely nothing.
Fen and I got a nice treat of watching surfers try to catch waves while waiting for Mike to purchase some fish tacos. Seeing that Mike bought a surf board at 8 AM this morning, soon this will be a regular habit a few mornings a week. And no, I will not be surfing, but merely a cheering audience of one.
And this inappropriate picture would be our dear friend Antoine that we met through one of Mike's co-workers. After covering the dance floor for a few hours together, he decided to try his dance moves out on a new victim-- a bride.to.be. She loved every second of Antoine, and Antoine loved every second of the inflatable penis she and her party were carrying. As if you already didn't know, I <3 the gays.
Fenway was both tired and camera shy after a day at the beach with some new friends and a visit to the vet's after Mike discovered a rash on her neck. I thought it'd snap this picture to let you see the hot pink collar we impulse-bought in case the old collar was contributing to the rash. Mike loves it.
While laying out Fen's cousin found us. Although it was nice to find someone of the same breed and markings, it was hard for her to keep up with her relative's severe ADHD.
NOT PICTURED: the fabulous restaurant Mike's co-worker took us to for drinks before the bar called The Marble Room.
Extra Bonus: a surprise strip show by a burlesque dancer.
Extra, Extra Bonus: the poor girl's boobie pedal came off mid-strip so she had to have hand cup / half boa her right lady friend while seducing her audience. what a night.
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